"If you want to live well and not be bullied, you must climb to the top! You must compete for favor, fight for it with all your might!"
Xia Ruqing was so angry that her chest was heaving.
Not fighting is what fools do. Thinking back to the Mary Sue TV dramas she used to watch, where each heroine was one of those deceptively pure, holier-than-thou 'white lotus' types... Trying to win over enemies with kindness—utterly preposterous! Just like now, being strangled and battered. What could she do? If it weren't for everything she had built up, she would have been dead for sure. So, what else was there to say? Conflict was inevitable, and she wasn't afraid. After all, she wasn't some paragon of virtue herself! If worst came to worst, it would be a fight to the bitter end.
Xia Ruqing's gaze was as sharp as frost. She let out a long, turbid breath. Picking up the teacup, she leisurely blew away the floating tea leaves and slowly sipped her tea.
